Chapter 1192: Ancestor Dragon's Flesh and Blood

Zhou Yuan soared into the sky, directly plunging into the massive black hole formed by the Saint Origin Barrier, under the astonished gazes of countless onlookers. His target was clearly the nine Ancestral Qi mainlines, restrained within the black hole.

Bai Xiaolu, Su Youwei, and others watched the scene with nervous expressions. They could sense Zhou Yuan's current state: he intended to use the nine Ancestral Qi mainlines to find a glimmer of hope for survival. Otherwise, as Jiatu had said, both of them would be annihilated today. At such a moment, they could offer no help, only silent prayers.

Under the convergence of countless gazes, Zhou Yuan ascended and entered the black hole. This place gathered the immense power of the Saint Origin Barrier, but as he was now its controller, this formidable power did not retaliate against him. Thus, his body moved unhindered to the depths of the black hole. There, he saw nine colossal, ancient dragon shadows coiling. The dragon shadows varied in color, but all without exception exuded an indescribably ancient, chaotic aura. This sensation was even more potent than the dragon might of Jiang Jinlin's Profound Dragon Clan.

Saint runes circulated within Zhou Yuan's eyes. He directly activated the Obstacle-Breaking Saint Rune, and under its scrutiny, his vision seemed to pierce through the nine ancient dragon shadows, revealing some mysterious substances within. These substances, as tiny as dust motes, drifted within the nine Ancestral Qi mainlines.

"Ancestral Dragon Flesh!" Zhou Yuan exclaimed as he gazed at the mysterious substances. A flush of excitement inevitably rose on his withered face, and his heart churned violently. From the day he arrived in Hunyuan Heaven, he had striven for this very moment. Now, he had finally laid eyes on the legendary Ancestral Dragon Flesh! With this, and the Ancestral Dragon Lamp, Yaoyao would be able to awaken!

Zhou Yuan's heart was surging, but he managed to suppress his tumultuous emotions. He could feel an indescribable pressure emanating from the mysterious substances, a pressure under which all things in the world would prostrate and tremble.

Zhou Yuan pondered for a moment, then directly activated the power of the Saint Origin Barrier. Boom! Boom! The black hole began to vibrate. Invisible forces converged, pressing against the nine Ancestral Qi mainlines and gradually squeezing out some of the mysterious substances within them.

"This barrier, derived by the Saint Race's Saints, is truly extraordinary." Zhou Yuan couldn't help but be amazed by this sight. The nine Ancestral Qi mainlines held incredibly terrifying power and were special, almost illusory existences, yet this Saint Origin Barrier was capable of influencing and even restraining them. Clearly, the Saint Race had poured immense effort into their planning for this endeavor. But alas... it ultimately benefited him.

Under the power of the Saint Origin Barrier, some mysterious substances were squeezed out from the Ancestral Qi mainlines and gathered before Zhou Yuan. As the mysterious substances converged, something seemed to subtly take form there. Zhou Yuan stared at the void before him. Something was clearly there; he could feel an indescribably chaotic aura, yet his naked eye could perceive nothing, as if the substance could not reveal itself to human sight. It was invisible to mortal eyes. This must be the wondrous quality of the Ancestral Dragon Flesh.

Still, Zhou Yuan could sense a substance, no bigger than a strand of hair, hovering there, emitting fluctuations that made his entire body tremble. It was a piece of Ancestral Dragon Flesh. A terrifying pressure emanated from it. In that instant, Zhou Yuan felt his body and soul on the verge of shattering.

Boom! Boom! However, just at this moment, the World-Suppressing Heavenly Dragon Qi within him suddenly roared into motion, faintly resembling a dragon's cry. This cry reverberated throughout his body, gradually neutralizing the pressure emanating from the Ancestral Dragon Flesh. This allowed Zhou Yuan to breathe a sigh of relief. He knew that ordinary people wouldn't dare touch the Ancestral Dragon Flesh. His boldness in approaching it was mainly due to the Ancestral Dragon Scripture he cultivated; after all, it was a substance originating from the same lineage. Fortunately, his gamble paid off.

Still, this was not a moment for complete relaxation. The Ancestral Dragon Flesh was the most ancient substance in the world. Normally, let alone someone at his Heavenly Sun Stage, even a peak Nascent Source Stage practitioner would not dare to refine it. But at this juncture, he had no other choice.

"Hahahaha, Zhou Yuan, so you plan to save yourself with the Ancestral Dragon Flesh!" At this moment, Jiatu also realized Zhou Yuan's intention and burst into laughter, his eyes full of mockery and derision. "How utterly ignorant you are!" Jiatu shook his head, momentarily at a loss for words. Even if Zhou Yuan was at his wits' end, he could at least cling to life for a bit longer. But refining the Ancestral Dragon Flesh would mean instantaneous annihilation. As the strongest Heavenly Sun Stage practitioner of the Saint Race, he knew many more secrets than Zhou Yuan, making him acutely aware of how foolish and ignorant it would be to refine the Ancestral Dragon Flesh.

Zhou Yuan paid no heed to his taunts. How could he not know the risks involved? But the path of cultivation was inherently fraught with difficulties. At crucial moments, if one didn't fight with their life on the line, how could they seize a heaven-sent opportunity? Thus, a look of resolve flashed in his eyes. Without further hesitation, he took a swift step forward, opened his mouth, and bit directly into the invisible Ancestral Dragon Flesh before him, swallowing it whole.

The moment the hair-thin Ancestral Dragon Flesh entered his body, Zhou Yuan felt an ancient, vast power erupt within him. The terror of that power made even him feel fear. "Oh no..." He sighed inwardly. That power seemed to be the supreme force of the heavens and earth, utterly uncontrollable. At his current strength, he couldn't exert the slightest control over it. Even with the Ancestral Dragon Scripture he cultivated, he still couldn't do it! Ultimately, his strength was simply too weak! Ancestral Dragon Flesh was not something someone of his level could withstand.

Zhou Yuan raised his hand, only to see his withered arm silently transform into countless dust motes and scatter. His physical body was being directly disintegrated by the power of the Ancestral Dragon Flesh within him...

Countless individuals from the Five Great Heavens immediately blanched at this sight. Bai Xiaolu also sighed softly, her eyes dimming. "Your Highness!" Su Youwei suddenly stood up, but just as she was about to take a step, her body collapsed, rolling down the slope before her. By the time she managed to steady herself, she was gravely injured and unable to move. Her pretty face pale, she gazed at the gradually disintegrating figure in the sky, extending a slender, mud-stained hand that trembled as if trying to grasp him. "Your Highness..." she whispered, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes down her cheeks. Immense sorrow violently assailed her heart, bringing a tearing pain.

Wu Yao's jade-like hands clenched tightly, her beautiful face exceptionally complex. She stared at the figure, her delicate brows furrowed. "Zhou Yuan, what kind of trick is this, dying here, you bastard? I haven't even taken back the Sacred Dragon Qi Luck yet!"

Zhao Mushen's expression shifted. He eventually stroked his chin, sighing faintly, and said, "Zhou Yuan, rest in peace. I will take your place as the strongest Heavenly Sun Stage practitioner in all the heavens."

"Hahahaha!" Jiatu's booming laughter could no longer be contained, reverberating through the air. He laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face. It was utterly satisfying to witness Zhou Yuan die before him before his own dissolution. At this point, not even a Saint descending could save this fool!